REALITY
Emerald green Cadillac
With two flat tires
Aging lonely carriage
Waits patiently in the flooding parking lot
For glory days to return
Uninhabited tennis courts
Saturated
Glistening
In the cold December rain
Howling north wind
Whistles down the flue
Crackling fire
Dancing in delight from the wafts icy kiss
Tender words of passion
From my dear Galina
She honors me with complete devotion
Inspirational
A blessing indeed
Reality
Jars me from my dreamy daze
“Peace on earth”
Sounds so right in theory
In my cozy comfortable cocoon
I harbor no misconceptions
Of evil’s vicious grip
On God’s misguided seed
A warrior must battle on
In the face of imposing odds
My conscious is quite clear
Endowed with precious truth
“Inside information” if you will
From the ultimate reliable source
GOOD SHALL CONQUER EVIL
The end is predestined
As the melting point approaches
In humble ordination
My purpose is to serve
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2005
